Crybabies, Israeli and American

We cry for a baby.
That Palestinian crybaby screams,
should scream — burning through our nights —
for a native people
their ancient olive groves, their homes gone,
themselves huddled in camps or murdered.
I’ am’ an A mer’ i cun’
the’ bombs burst’ing in’ air’ —
shamed as some German long ago,
distant shots,
not knowing what to do    what what